God's Boxes

I have in my hands two boxes, which God gave me to hold.

He said, "Put all your sorrows in the black box, all your joys in the gold."

I heeded His word and into the boxes, both my joys and sorrows I stored.

But though the gold became heavier each day, the black was as light as before.

With curiosity, I opened the black, I wanted to find out why, and I saw in the base of the box, a hole which my sorrows had fallen out by.

I showed the box, with the hole, to God and mused, "I wonder where all of my sorrows must be?"

With a gentle smile, He said, "My child, they're all here with me."

I asked God, why He gave me the boxes, why the gold, and the black with the hole?

"My child, the gold is for you to count your blessings. The black is for you to let go."

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